Frail Night

Frail night falls upon blasted daylight my irises grow large as the light fades into oblivian and I wasted from the days' efforts fall mightally into deep slumber like that of a child Frail night gives rise to endless running thoughts over and over again replayed ad nauseum while I toss and try turning to feel the minutest touch of the sandman upon these eye lids Frail night obsessing about my ancient history churning and railing into the blackness where all around me I hear the voices of those dead and long gone they speak to me their unfinished business now my business as I live and breathe into the next day.